expressionism

To me, expressionism is the symbolic representation of indescribable emotions. This theory is supported by the fact that in all honesty it was very easy to let yourself form an image of the poem's meaning in your head but once you try to convey the feelings of the image it's nearly impossible. It comes down to emotions that are understood, comprehended, and shared, but are inexpressible.

On a side note, while i respect the expressionist dancers and expressionist dance as an art form, i was fairly bored during the dance segments. To me they dwindled on and on and on without actually doing much of anything that for me, was visually stimulating.

I am much more a fan of the Twilight Zone's expressionism. Of creepy universal fears and phobias.

the trip i have not blogged about yet

Sculpture garden - I have to say, i loved the space, hated the downstairs art. It felt like a bunch of heady garbage. It really held no appeal for me, other than plant the idea in my head that the cellar which it was displayed in would be a far better haunted house than exhibit. Although the voodoo trapeze was ghostly and eerie and i absolutely adored that.

MoMa- I thought Ps1 was a bit better than the sculpture garden. Highlights for me:

Soundroom- walking in the middle of all the sound was one experience but walking to each individual speaker to hear the individual parts that made the whole piece work was mind blastingly cool

Cellar Thingy- This was the creepiest thing i have ever seen. When i went to this room it was just matt megan and i and we were all alone in the room. What made this scary was that every time a car passed or person walked over us, there was a noise that, amongst the ambient noise made me literally jump out of my skin.

The Whitney- I would have appreciated this museum more if i hadn't been so tired and damp from the rest of the day. i felt as if i was just dragging myself through this museum and diddnt really want to understand the work

Rest of the day: i mean, St.Marks is amazingly cool and unique, but those damn neo-futurists were hilarious. I want to say how unique they were but....they weren't.....it was tablo.....but at the same time it was unique....i really want to make this an improv or put it in my play somehow....

that acting thing

during the acting thing i was so damn proud of myself. i finally if not for a split second stopped acting. i stopped acting. I stopped thinking and stopped acting. it was great. i felt great life was great i loved it. It started with the box thing where despite my best efforts against myself, i had alot of fun. It was creepy. Instead of a box, i was in an inescapable house, reminicent of Patrick Mcgoohan's house in the prisoner. i was having such a fun time escaping one room into another i diddnt want to stop. I actually believed that i was a prisoner in the house. Then during the partner exercise i felt as if i was talking to a friend and not even acting a part. It felt natural and lucid. Just ask John his thoughts about our conversation.........he'll tell you that it was something....Special let's just say. i dont know what i did or diddnt do, but i think it centers on me not thinking and just doing, leading by impulse instead of mental thoughts.

today

I'm not sure exactly what to call what happened today. In the beginning i'll admit i was a bit skeptical of the whole process. I was a bit tentative about putting such personal materials on display for the school to see, heck if the words weren't so vague i would still be tentative about putting them up. I dont think of myself as a guarded person exactly, but when it comes to my art i'm usually very sensitive about my feelings. It's hard for me to be sincere, that much i know. I'm not sure why, maybe it's a lack of trust, maybe i'm afraid of being hurt again, if i knew the reason then i wouldnt be in this predicament, But i digress. I liked the fact that whenever i made a reason for liking an aspect of my art, another larger reason for liking my art came into focus, like a controlling aspect, what i strive to achieve through art. It all led to happiness and i was happy with it. Isnt it what everyone is striving for anyway? isn't it why people do art so they can achieve some sort of happiness or self satisfaction ( a form of happiness). it makes sense why im happiest while doing my art, because my sole goal is to make myself happy.

hello

im working on a play.

it is taking very long.

thats all.

not much to say for this week yet, two days in. This year for me is about projects cranking them out doing nothing but putting my head down and working. Leaving a legacy. This may not allow me to have the normal "stac experience" but it's what i have chosen to do. I want to work, i want to create, i want to explore and this is the year to do it. I will need help, lots of it and constantly. Feel free to ask if i need help, because im sure as hell bound to say yes with something. Im happiest when im buried in my art. I love every second of it. Writing, filming, acting, playing with scenes, all help me discover more about myself and the world around me.

-Katzy

dancing

Stretching and lots of it! Instead of copious amounts of dancing, Matt decided to really stretch us out, get up limber, and loosen our tension. I was still sore from the play so that helped a bunch for me. I learned that because of soccer the side of my thighs were super limber and the backs were very strained. Afterwards we danced a bit to dancing through life, my favorite wicked song, it was interesting to learn the various things that people at auditions might make you do.

workshops day something or other

we started working on the actual play today and it was great seeing it all come together. From what i've seen i can tell it will be awesome. I especially enjoyed the integration of the statue exercise into the actual piece. Although i did not get to find out my part, i did make an amazing dead....cordilla.